The surroundings quieted down, Chen Jiang's gaze extended along the winding ancient road in front of him, and where heaven and earth met, he saw low and continuous mountains, large fiery clouds, and a round of decadence was about to sink into the valley.

God, it's going to be dark.

Chen Jiang did not dare to stay near the meadow, and jumped up again. With his excellent bounce, he quickly left the grass far behind.

He jumps as he observes the nearby terrain. Find out as much as you can where the monsters can hide, so that you don't get caught up in them at night.

Fortunately, this ancient road is stuck in a piece of the Gobi Desert, with a wide view on all sides, and it is bare, and even large rocks that can barely cover people are rare.

This is definitely good news for Chen Jiang. Before dark, Chen Jiang stopped to repair on the spot. As he was about to set off, he suddenly heard the sound of a camel bell.

The words that Kunda had said came to his mind in an instant.

Camel bell, lonely city.

Chen Jianghuo stood up and looked into the distance following the place where the voice came from. The sky was dark, and there was a faint mist in the distance, so Chen Jiang could only see a few black spots walking in the distance.

Chen Jiang suddenly cheered up.

The crisp camel bell sounded clearer and clearer in his ears, Chen Jiang swallowed his saliva, he had this premonition, the camel team was coming for him. Just like back then, Kunda ran into them when he tried to take a shortcut. It's fate.

It was completely dark, and a bronze moon was rare in the sky. The camel caravan came in the mist, which was weird enough, and what happened next made Chen Jiang, who had not seen much of the world, almost faint.

The moon was red, as if it had been bleached by the blood of the gods, and the holy moonlight was gone, and all that remained was treacherous and cold.

The blood moon was born, and Chen Jiang's face became solemn.

The wind howled, and the mournful laughter echoed across the wilderness. Chen Jiang suddenly felt that thousands of hands were stretched out in the darkness, pressing her in place. He couldn't help but get goosebumps.

A pair of dark blue fires lit up one after another in the dark environment, Chen Jiang became nervous, faintly, he seemed to hear a rapid gasp.

Another monster?!

Chen Jiang subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Lao Zhangtou had a premonition, although he found another way down the mountain, but he went around and returned to the original point. When he saw the tree from a distance again, his heart pounded, and his whole body felt like falling into an ice cave.

He deliberately slowed down, sneaking a glance at the two people behind him from time to time, wishing he could walk more slowly, more slowly.

Han Yumo noticed that Lao Zhangtou was hiding something, and pushed him from behind.

Lao Zhangtou was bent on finding an excuse, but Leng Buding was slapped by Han Yumo and almost lost half his life. He threw an elbow back. He was afraid that Han Yumo would see through it, so he used the excuse to start a temper to hide his weakness: "What are you doing?

Chen Lin glanced at him and exchanged glances with Han Yumo. Chen Lin wanted Han Yumo to be a little calmer, obviously, Han Yumo would be wrong about what he meant. She slammed her hand and knocked the old man to the ground from behind.

Chen Lin was dumbfounded, what is this?

Old Zhang Tou thought that they had seen through his little thoughts, and thought that if he was going to be left anyway, it would be better to burn the jade. This fifty or sixty-year-old farmer was ruthless and slammed it, Han Yumo has been pampered since he was a child, and the strength in his hand can be compared with that of Lao Zhangtou. At this moment, she was pressed under Lao Zhangtou.

Lao Zhang Tou had thought about it countless times, as long as he turned his face, he first had to snatch the knife in Chen Lin's hand. So, the moment he knocked down Han Yumo, he punched her hard in the stomach.

Han Yumo curled up in pain like a boiled prawn, staring at him, unable to say a word. Lao Zhangtou had long seen that this little girl was unpleasant, and he didn't forget to spit on Han Yumo when he got up from her.

Everything happened too suddenly, and by the time Chen Lin reacted, Lao Zhangtou had already knocked Han Yumo to the ground. Chen Lin stepped forward, strangled Lao Zhangtou's neck from behind, and dragged him back with all his might.

Chen Lin didn't want to cause trouble, this trick seemed ferocious, but in fact, he still had his strength. Lao Zhangtou didn't think so, he slammed his foot on the surface of Chen Lin's feet. Chen Lin was in pain, strangled the arm around his neck, and loosened the gap slightly. Lao Zhangtou seized the opportunity and used his strength to break free from Chen Lin's clamps.

Chen Lin was affected by inertia, staggered back, finally stabilized his figure, looked up and saw a black eye, it turned out to be Lao Zhangtou pounced. Chen Lin was dazed by Lao Zhangtou's punch, and he had no power to parry at all. Just like that, he was pressed under him by Lao Zhangtou.

Lao Zhangtou had a clear goal, that is, to go for the Damashi sword pinned to his arms. Chen Lin didn't pay attention to the knife and was snatched away by Lao Zhangtou.

Zheng!

Lao Zhangtou pulled out his knife, and the bright blue sword flashed on his face. His grandmother's finally got this knife in his hands, now it's up to him to see who is the uncle!

He raised his knife violently and was about to stab Chen Lin in the chest. However, at this time, he suddenly heard a scream from behind him, and he looked back sharply, only to see Han Yumo holding a big stone and smashing it towards Lao Zhang's head like a crazy woman.

"No!" Chen Lin wanted to push Lao Zhangtou away, but after all, he was a step too late. The stone smashed on Lao Zhang's head. Lao Zhang screamed with a headache, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground. He covered his forehead and staggered up, glaring at Han Yumo like a ghost.

Chen Lin hurriedly got up and kicked him from behind.

Lao Zhangtou was already unsteady on his feet, and when Chen Lin stepped down, he directly fell into a. After a long while, Lao Zhang covered his head and stood up, and at this time, Chen Lin had already taken Han Yumo's hand and ran away.

The knife was left on the ground by Chen Lin, and Lao Zhangtou picked up the knife angrily, secretly swearing that if he met those two children again, he would stab them into a sieve.

After all, he was victorious, and Lao Zhangtou clutched the Damashi sword tightly, and he wanted to roar excitedly. At this moment, a slippery touch suddenly hit his face, and it was like a snake crawling down his face.

After a while, he raised his hand and touched his face. At this time, he seemed to know what was on his face.

Knowing the chaotic footsteps of Suosuo creeping in the fog, the old man put down his hand tremblingly, and his palms were scarlet. It was blood! A hideous monkey face jumped down from a tree and landed on his shoulder. Countless white-haired monkeys poured in from all directions, instantly submerging Lao Zhangtou!

Chen Jiang was dumbfounded, what is this?

A ghostly figure with a hideous face staggered on this Gobi Desert, and its momentum was so fierce that it was not half a point weaker than thousands of troops and horses. The question is, where did they come from!

The faint blue flames reflected their cold faces, and Chen Jiang squatted down, briefly accumulating strength, and jumped backwards. The ghosts were running and leaping high. The ghost figure that rushed to the front even jumped directly in front of Chen Jiang.

Chen Jiang staggered to the ground, but the ghost figure landed firmly against his face.

Sen Bai's face, cold and hard armor, and majestic body carry the power of a thousand armies. Chen Jiang met its scarlet eyes, those eyes had a kind of breathtaking magic, and in just a second, his head was dizzy.

Just when Chen Jiang's mind was lost, the ghost stabbed Chen Jiang in the chest with a knife. Seven or eight ghost figures fell beside him, surrounding Chen Jiang in all directions.

This heart-piercing pain forced Chen Jiang to let out a heart-rending howl. Then his howl came to an abrupt end. Because a ghost figure stood behind Chen Jiang, it simply broke his neck.

Chen Jiang tilted his body sideways and fell down heavily. The ghosts stood around him, and the blue-blue flames burning on his shoulders reflected on Chen Jiang's face. Chen Jiang's eyes widened, and there was only one thought left in his mind, I, am I dead? Really, am I dead?

His head became heavier and heavier, his residual body temperature slowly cooled, and Chen Jiang's vision became darker and darker. He was so tired, just when he was about to open his eyes, time went back at a speed like a white horse, and Chen Jiang returned to the time when he had just stepped out of the grass in a daze.

What's wrong with me, this is!

He swallowed his saliva, and when he inadvertently glanced at it, a handsome young man burst into his field of vision.

It's gluttony!

Chen Jiang suddenly found the backbone.